1590 Bentley Hill Road, House 4E's had many, many potted plants propped on either side of the driveway. Recently, the days have been cloudy, but never rainy… so they've sat beneath the harsh blaze of the sun all this time slowly shriveling and withering feeble limp.
Out of all the properties in the neighborhood, his was the only whose greenery was visibly shifting to an unhealthy yellow tinge. The only outlier, the sole outcrier against the scene of normalcy.
Irene found a hose somewhere in the backyard and slowly winded and untangled it towards the front. With a twist of the spigot, Irene took the end of the hose and began watering the dry, brittle soil - quenching their thirst, while also slightly soaking herself in the process.